Last Night I dreamed I was flying again. Only this time the monkey was reading Poetry to me instead of the latest John Grisham. The monkey knows I hate poetry and he is laughing like mad between every couplet. I am coming to believe that the monkey may not be the freind I had hoped for. He lost his Fez over Paris. I laughed then because I knew he would never find it again. The Fez is gone!
This is the first post of the rest of my life, or something to that effect. I am now officially blogging. Oh how I have lived in awe of those who BLOG...and now I are one. Behold the the diamonds of wisdom I can now impart, the pearls of passion, the emeralds of ....well you get the idea. |
Big Ed
Cynical old bastard with a penchant for Diet Cokes and Real Life Crime shows. Archives |